The Faded Shield
Chapter One "You cannot burn it," Shahid Hussain said, his voice low, trembling with the weight of the paper in his hands. "It is not a weapon. It is a mirror." The room was small, the walls sweating with the damp heat of the Punjab canal season, the air heavy with wet mud and the faint, metallic tang of the dying mule tethered outside. Shahid was thirty-four, a scholar of ancient texts whose...
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